#writing brainstorm

[thechekhov]

I've had this little idea in my head for a while now, so I decided to sit down and plot it out.

Disclaimer: This isn't meant to be some sort of One-Worksheet-Fits-All situation. This is meant to be a visual representation of some type of story planning you could be doing in order to develop a plot!

Lay down groundwork! (Backstory integral to the beginning of your story.) Build hinges. (Events that hinge on other events and fall down like dominoes) Suspend structures. (Withhold just enough information to make the reader curious, and keep them guessing.)

And hey, is this helps... maybe sit down and write a story! :)

[undermine-the-instinct]

Coming back to this...

Ok, lol, i got the hilarious Idea of a reader in a Kagome-like situation, only with Sesshoumaru--- Like yeah, I cant forage or hunt for food but I can make literal 'lightning in a bottle' I just recreate electricity using static

[broodygaming]

Next game jam brainstorming session GO

Love that this is kinda becoming a thing, at least for me haha. I gotta like, talk it out and I always end up at the end of these rants with a clearer idea of where I want the story to go.

So the next game jam i themed Untamed Wilderness and the bonus challenges kinda boil down to a werewolf vibe. I don't really want to do a werewolf story? I always like to try and twist the vibes a little.

The specific (optional) challenges are

1 - Wild Beast: The protagonist is being hunted by some kind of wild beast, be it an animal or some kind of monster with animal characteristics.

2 - Hunter or Prey: The player is able to evade enemies in some way (for example by running from them or hiding) as well as having the ability to fight back against them.

3 - Feral Rage: There's a scene in the game where someone or something flies into a terrifying rage.

SO.

I've decided I want to write a love story this time, cuz I haven't really done that. And I want it to be some kind of person / non person thing.

My idea boils down to this :

There's a settlement of humans deep in the woods, thinking very like, VVitch, pilgrim, just got to the west coast and there's nothing but wilderness on this mountain type vibe. And maybe there's a REASON this mountain hasn't been populated ~~~

Idk if I want it to be split POV or not. But I think the basic premise is

Younger lady is still living with family and has health issues. She's weak, sickly, coughs a lot and isn't allowed to be outside much. She sits at her window and looks out into the forest and watches the flowers grow in the field near her house.

A FLOWER spirit of some sort, I'm thinking Foxglove, watches her from the field and listens to her plights. She's kind of an outlier, judged for being toxic and invasive etc.

I'd love some kind of ability where the foxglove spirit can take over the bodies of animals through like, magical pollen or some shit. Game mechanic wise I think that'd just be fun, lol. It doesn't make much sense but eh. I thought briefly about her being like a mushroom type spirit but I think the media is chalk full of mushroom type creatures taking over bodies right now (cough cough).

Basically, the flower spirit starts bringing the sickly girl treats or herbs she can use to start getting better or to help her. The girl starts going outside more and is seen running off into the forest and getting magically healthier and healthier. Inevitable bad accusations get thrown. She gets accused of witchcraft or something. Maybe this is too basic, it's used a lot as a trope but it's a GOOD trope so eh, don't fight it I guess haha.

I can just picture a scene where you've had this build of like, useful animal critters you've taken over (like a bat to access this thing up high or a cat to climb this thing or a wolf to run fast etc etc) and then a big final confrontation with the town and pitch forks and fire and she takes over a huge Bear or something.

And ?? Cuz I'm trash, possible sad ending??? I haven't decided. Like what do they go live in the forest together?

I had this scene in my head of like, some choice the human girl has to make. And in a very Life Is Strange way, have the final kiss be locked behind a choice. And the sad choices gets you the kiss. And because the flower girl is a foxglove her kiss is deadly.

I mean in my head she's also like tiny. So idk. IDK. Maybe it's too weird. I'm working it all out. This was helpful, thanks internet void haha.

[uwudonoodle]

[jodoesnew]

On the other end

A small dcaXy/n idea I had

Premis: Y/N works part time in the daycare but doesn't really interact with the dca which doesn't mean the dca didn't notice them there.

Start of the story

Y/N gets messages from an unknown number and decides to answer

They start messaging thinking that they don't know each other at all

They notice that the tone and wording in the messages switches completely throughout the day but get used to it way too fast

Y/N's life is a complete mess right now so Unknown is a pleasant distraction

They never tell each other their real names but use nicknames instead

Both share how they feel often and text about life and just anything that they think of

Someday y/n just calls their unknown friend to share some great news because they have no one else they want to share it with

They don't pick up but call back later

A male voice they have never heard answers. A pleasant one. They talk for hours.

But the voice tells them to only call at night bc he can't talk on the phone while working. But texting is fine

Y/N falls in love over late night phone calls and long text convos

They ask if they could meet up and hang out

He doesn't answer

The connection goes silent

The last thing he sent is "I'm so sorry. But I can't" written only a few minutes after their question (in the middle of the day)

Hours go by and they get no answer from him anymore

Hurt and worried Y/N is in a daze of crying and starring at nothing for the rest of the week

This is when Y/N misses their break bc they stayed in the daycare closet to cry

As they step out the daycare is dark sth that Y/N was never there to see

Then they hear it. The voice of the person they love singing from where the kids are sleeping.

Y/N stumbles through the dark until they reach the kids and lock eyes with the daycare attendant

Moon goes quiet and his eyes betray him and show his shock

Y/N is stunned

"It's you?"

Awkward

P2, P3

[ninja-knox-ur-sox-off]

Chronic Sonic pt 14

Tails has Ivo saved on his phone as “tool guy”

[ragnarockz]

Sweet Tooth (Sugar Mommy!Agatha x Sugar Baby!Reader)

Synopsis: Agatha takes you out on a date because she loves being with you and spending her money on you (and showing off just how much money she has). Her cravings for you aren't fulfilled during your date which only means, she needs to take a bigger bite of you back at home.

Word Count: 3K

Fandom: Marvel - Agatha All Along

Characters: Agatha Harkness, Reader

Rating: NSFW

Warnings: Age gap, Sugar Mommy/Sugar Baby relationship, Mommy kink, praise kink, dirty talk, pet names, smut, size kink, swearing, PDA, strap-on sex, money for favors/sex, descriptions of sexual acts

A/N: Commissioned piece for @aubreyplzbemydaddy 🩷

Music Inspo: Mrs. Robinson - Simon & Garfunkel, Royals - Lorde, Gimmie More - Britney Spears, Sweet Spot - Kim Petras, Dirty Cash - PAWSA

Agatha peers at you from behind her designer sunglasses as she sits a little too comfortably in her favorite seat at the café. It's a frequent haunt for the both of you; someplace where you can steal a few hours together. It's usually quiet there; usually just the two of you during the middle of the day as most people are at work and those who aren't, simply can't afford this place anyway.

It's way too overpriced for a café and you're pretty sure it's only open still because of Agatha Harkness. She sits there now, with her right knee over her left and her designer purse is placed in front of her on the table. Her eyes are on you, the back of you, as you stand at the counter and order yours and her usual. The barista relays your order and then the price and you, silently sigh in some relief, not because of the total but because the last time you were here with Agatha, you had to correct the barista on a question they posed.

"Do you and your Mom need anything else or will that be all for today?"

You had to bite your tongue then. No, Agatha was not your Mom. Yes, Agatha was your Mommy.

It made you feel dangerous and excited; all those emotions rolling over inside of you as you simply answered 'no thank you' before turning away from the counter.

You assume this time around, the barista remembered that no, the hot older woman sitting at your preferred table was not your Mother. Not in the way they probably thought she was.

The barista coughs gently now before announcing your total once more as you snap back to the present.

Money.

Right.

You owe the café money for your order. You pat your pockets and know there's nothing in them. You don't need anything in them that isn't your phone and maybe some lip balm.

Agatha has that all covered.

She always does.

And so now, you nod your head in a semi-sorry silent apology towards the barista as you turn your back on them and make your way over to your table. Agatha's eyes are still on you, following you, soaking you all in in the pretty little outfit she picked out for you that morning to wear. You look young but not to the point of undesirability. Young and fresh and naive; someone Agatha can boss around and feel as if she has the upper hand.

Let Mommy take care of it, Baby.

Agatha smirks at you now as she takes off her sunglasses and hangs them onto her shirt. She gives you an amused lopsided grin and knows exactly why you've come right back to her empty handed.

"Umm...I need to pay for our order, so..."

You hear Agatha blow out air through her nose as she lifts her head and smiles tight lipped. She's waiting for you to say the magic words; the one she's conditioned you to say to her whenever you're asking, begging for something from her.

It warms your insides and makes you feel flushed all over.

"Please...Mommy...can I have your credit card to pay?"

She pokes the inside of her mouth with her tongue before she licks her lips and reaches for her purse. Taking it into her lap, she takes her time knowing that you and the barista won't rush her. Not with all the money she throws around here on the daily. She takes out her designer wallet and pulls out one of her various credit cards before handing it over to you.

"Here you go, Baby..."

The plastic feels like it's worth something when you get it between your fingers, holding it tight. You give her a smile as you turn away from her and head back to the counter. Agatha's eyes never leave your body; following every move you make.

All you need to do is make one single tap and your order is paid for. Your face flushes at the thought; how easy all of that was and what lengths you had to go to get there. Sure, you could order whatever you liked and wait as patiently as you could, find a nice seat and you'd still have to ask Agatha to pay for it all with her money.

One. Single. Tap.

You take your order and meet Agatha back at your table; putting down your drinks and food before you hand back her credit card which she tucks back into her wallet, the wallet slipping back into her purse.

"Thank you, Mommy..."

She nods her head at you as she moves her purse away to give the both of you more room. Agatha grabs her coffee cup and leans back into her seat, cool and collected and oozing dominance.

You stare at her in awe and desire; lust filling up every tiny crevice of your body as your hand shakes as you pick up your own coffee cup. She watches you so intently you wonder if she can see right through you, inside of you. You wonder sometimes, if Agatha can read all your dirty little thoughts.

God, you think as you take a sip of your drink, you hope so.

Agatha watches you intently as she slowly sips her coffee; relishing in the expensive brew. She can afford to sit here and take her time with you; study you in all the ways that some people would deem inappropriate in public. She makes it a point to undress you with her eyes; smiling into her drink before she pulls it away from her lips.

"Thank you for the coffee, my Sweet Girl...you always do such a good job remembering my order for me...for Mommy..."

She watches in pleasure as you almost choke on your drink; pulling it away from your mouth and setting it down onto the table. Her eyes catch yours as you look up at her and bite your lip in response. Agatha grins with her teeth as she points her chin up slightly. Her gaze drifts down from your eyes to the low-cut hem of your shirt.

She's eating you alive with only her eyes and her pretty words.

"You're welcome..."

Your voice is a whisper as you slowly lean your upper body forwards towards the table. Your fingers grip the edge of it so you can push forwards a little more; giving Agatha a better view. You hear her suck in her breath and clear her throat, try to gain composure as if she's suddenly just remembering you're both in public and her eye-fucking your chest isn't something readily accepted on doing.

"You're welcome...who?"

Your gaze flutters up to her eyes before it quickly goes back down to burn holes into the lid of your coffee cup. You trace the outline of your tinted lip balm over the plastic.

"You're welcome, Mommy."

"Now, that's a Good Girl."

You pointedly sit up straighter; try to appear more elegant. More poised. More desirable. More ripe for her taking. You reach for your coffee once more but Agatha is quicker with her reflexes. Agatha's hand falls over yours and gives you a reassuring squeeze before you lock eyes and her hand pulls away.

She takes your cup and you watch her with eager, hungry eyes. She brings it up to her own lips and takes a sip and you envision her mouth pressing over your lip balm stains as if she's really pressing her mouth to yours in public.

Your brain drifts away for a second and wonders if she can taste you while she tastes your coffee.

And, will you be able to taste her when she gives you back your cup?

Agatha pulls your drink away and licks her lips in a dramatic showing; the paper bottom of the cup makes a loud sound as she places it back down on the table in front of you.

"So sweet, just like you, Sweet Girl. Exactly like you."

You almost knock over your cup as you clutch it fast and quickly bring it up to your lips. You're dying to taste her; any trace of her. She had been pretty distanced this morning before your café date. Maybe she was saving you all up for later. It wouldn't have been the first time.

She keeps her gaze on you as she watches you finish your drink. Her hand dips into her purse once more and her wallet opens for a final time as she pulls out a hundred dollar bill. She places it gently on the table between the both of you and you know what she's asking you to do without words.

Agatha doesn't need to use her words with you; you've been with her for long enough to know what she expects of you.

You reach for the crisp flat bill and pick it up before turning yourself in your seat to get out of it.

You glance over your shoulder at her and feel the tight pang between your legs at the way she's watching you. It's almost like you're some sort of prize she likes to dangle in front of others; showing you off to make them feel a twinge of jealousy. You wonder if the barista feels that way about the two of you as you hand them over the bill and tell them it's a tip.

You watch their hand shake as they take your money...no, Agatha's money, from your hand. You've lost count of how many times their hand has shaken as they take the tip from you. You can't even remember now how many times Agatha has taken you here to indulge in this little ritual she's set up for you both.

A taste of artificial sweetness for a price before she takes you back to her home and indulges you in something money truly cannot buy.

Agatha Harkness herself.

-

You're back into to lionesses den as you trail right behind her. Agatha packed up your food and hers from the café for you both to enjoy later. Now, as she leads you without a word into her bedroom, you can tell she's hungry for nothing but you and that sweetness only you can offer. Sugar dissolving her teeth in which, the sugar is you.

"Such a Good Girl for me this afternoon; you looked so perfect sitting there...showing off to Mommy what I love so much..."

She's talking to herself as you drift into her room and make yourself comfortable on her bed. You sit on the edge of it; watch and listen as she opens and closes drawers. You watch and listen to her in silence; eyes as wide as saucers as you try to soak Agatha all in for yourself.

There's something so alluring, so addicting to watch this woman who is definitely old enough to be your mother be so desirable before you. The natural signs of age cover her well. Beautiful and sharp crows feet at the corner of her eyes. That forehead wrinkle you can't help but trace with your fingers when given the chance. Faded stretchmarks on her body from simply aging and changing and a secret you know she keeps from you and everyone else.

You want to paint her like a picture in your mind and keep her there forever; a snapshot to look back upon as she starts to undress in front of you.

Agatha looks over her shoulder at you to make sure you're watching. Of course you are; your focus could be nowhere else when she's in the same room you're in. She breaks into that smile that makes her eyes squint shut and something dangerous lurks behind her eyes.

You've sensed it many times before when Agatha smiles this way; almost as if she's running through every depraved thing to do to you in a matter of seconds.

"Mommy has a new toy for you...I hope you don't mind if we change this up..."

She speaks to you even though she turns her head back forward; paying attention to what she needs to do.

You follow her legs up to the curve of her ass; the way her expensive, deep purple lingerie hugs at every curve and your fingers itch with the need to rip it off of her. The slight muscles in her back ripple as do the muscles of her biceps as she bends her upper body to lift her legs to pull up her harness.

Your blood runs cold then burning hot and you feel a sudden pooling of saliva in your mouth.

The reveal almost takes your breath away but it sure allows you to slip up as a moan escapes your lips. Agatha smiles smugly at you as she puts one hand on her hips and lets the other hand hang freely by her side before she brings it to stroke the long length of her cock between her legs.

It's bigger than any other toy she's ever used for or with you before.

"Get yourself comfortable for Mommy, Sweet Girl..."

Agatha's words drip like honey from her mouth as you do as she says.

Because you always do what she says; always what Mommy asks Baby to do.

You move off of her bed and turn yourself around. Your back is to Agatha now and you know the drill.

You know just how she likes it, likes you.

You lift your shirt up but don't take it off and do the same with your bra until your breasts are hanging and no longer restrained from your bra. You do the same with your bottoms, pulling them down until they hit your ankles and you kick them off and away from yourself. You don't touch your underwear at all. That's for Agatha to determine what she wants to do with them today. You hold your breath and count to three in your mind.

"Oh...look at you...just like a little present for Mommy...such a good girl for me, always..."

She whispers under her breath as you feel her close. Her body heat is radiating and you can feel her; the ghosting of her long hair tickling your back and behind your arms. You feel the tip of her new toy pressing ever so slightly against your folds through your underwear and you wonder just how much you'll be able to take her inside of you.

The thought makes you gasp and then moan which, of course, tips Agatha off.

She grabs your left wrist with her left hand and presses herself into you; the head of her cock pressed hard against your underwear. She's not inside of you, not yet, just teasing dangerously with the promise of what's to come.

"A...Agatha, please..."

"Sorry? Who?"

You swallow hard as you lean down further and push your hips back. You're begging her with your body and the complete hand over of permission to use you how she fits. You clear your throat and turn your head to the side so she can hear you; so you're not muffled against her bed sheets.

"Mommy, please...please fuck me...with...that huge, throbbing cock...please..."

Agatha's grip around your wrist only gets tighter as you buck back and try to take her inside of you. She laughs as her free hand comes up to stroke her nails up and down your back. She watches as you shiver underneath her touch before those nails and those fingers keep moving down to follow the curve of your ass and then farther still.

She flips her palm over so those fingers can swipe at your wet slit. She becomes suddenly frustrated with the fabric that remains between your skin and hers. She pulls it down just until it stays under the curve of your ass. Agatha moans in satisfaction deep in her throat.

"Oh, Sweetheart...you have no idea what you're asking for, do you?"

You never get the chance to ponder this question fully as Agatha breaks any semblance of thought in your brain as she uses her fingers to guide her cock into you. Inch by massive inch.

Your eyes slam shut and your face presses against her bed; stars burning away behind your eyelids as you gasp for breath and feel Agatha stretching you out to an extreme you've never felt before in your life. You whine for her in a way you hope sounds pretty and of course, it works. Another inch you take of her and feel your inner muscles try to clench around her cock.

"...M...more Mommy...please...please more...I want all of you..."

You can barely take how much of her is inside of you now; not even at the point of her rutting into you yet you feel like it's all too much. You choke back a sob as she uses that wrist of yours, still in her grasp, to pull you up a little straighter as she guides herself deeper now.

"Of course, Baby girl, of course...you deserve it all, don't you? Being so good for me, to me...so good for your Mommy...you deserve all of my cock, don't you?"

Her cooing makes you feel feral underneath her and you make the split decision to push your hips back. The sudden sensation that rocks through your core and makes your clit throb is almost enough to make you cry out a sob.

It's Agatha who starts to roll her hips towards you; ever so slightly and just enough. You barely coat over her entire length; far too long for it to ever be covered. But, Agatha muses as she keeps a trained eye on watching your pussy take her in as much as you can, that's the beauty in it all.

Agatha makes you feel like you could take in every single inch of her even though you know, and she knows, it's near impossible. The sheer will, the devotion you have towards her, your Mommy, is good enough.

"Oh, god...Mommy, please...please I'm so close...I'msoclosetocoming...alloveryourcock...please..."

You can feel Agatha smiling above you and you know the words that are about to fall from her lips. They're words she's uttered before; into your ear or against your dripping pussy right before she stuck her tongue up inside of it. Words that would make you feel sick to your stomach but because it's her, because it's Agatha, because it's your Mommy...well...

"You come on Mommy's cock, Sweetheart, and Mommy'll give you..."

She pounds her hips into you, making you falter harder into her bed. You're so close you can taste it on your lips. Your eyes snap shut once again.

"...some spending money so..."

Agatha pulls back and then slams back into you; watches as you spasm around her and your legs start to wobble underneath her, against the side of her bed.

"...you can buy whatever you want and..."

You throw your head back and try to look at Agatha from over your shoulder. You stare at how her lips are turned upwards in a smile as, of course, she's enjoying every second of fucking you this way. You struggle to keep your eyes open as you feel yourself unclench and a wave of release fills you, coats her.

"...make yourself all pretty for Mommy."

Agatha watches in satisfaction as she pulls her hips back and notices the coating, semi-transparent, on her cock. Your body still shakes; going through the motions of your orgasm as it rolls through your body. You want to give her more, so much more but your body has cut you off. Too much stimulation in such a quick time.

Agatha doesn't pull out of you, rarely if ever after your orgasm she does. She loves being inside of you, reminding you of who you really belong to. You muffle a moan but fail; wanting her to hear just how good she's made you feel.

You want your Mommy to know because, you know, that it pleases her just as much as it pleases you.

Always a good girl for Agatha. Always a sweet thing for Mommy.

[belovedapollo]

I read this quote from Virginia Woolf “ I want to write a novel about Silence," he said; “the things people don’t say. “ and it got me thinking 🖋️ reblog is ok, don’t repost/use

[michaela-o]

Random things i think Cybertronians would find adorable about humans ~♡

1. Humans getting spooked by random loud noises because humans are naturally very jumpy about loud noises

Imagine:

you're sitting over at Swerve's bar, just chatting, having your drink on the counter Swerve let you sit on, because your makeshift little table and chair are work in progress. Suddenly some bot decides to honk their horn near you which makes you yelp and jump (like cats when they get scared of cucumber) which makes you almost spilling the drink as you were about to take a sip.

The whole bar stops and laughs at you. You just look at the bot who did it with the most unimpressed look ever (ㅍ_ㅍ)

2. Watching you stretch yourself because Cybertroniams aren't as flexible as humans

3. Sleeping

this may sound a bit creepy but from what i saw Cybertroniams sleep very eerily still and almost never move when they're in recharge because they're very vulnerable when doing so. So i think when they have their first sleepover with a human and they happen to fall asleep sooner and they start to either sleep walk or sleep talk (which fun fact, i do a lot ( -᷄ ᎑ -᷅ ) ) the bots would look in utter confusion like- "ya all don't stay still?? How???" I think Cybertronians would also find cute how groggy humans are when they wake up and them needing proper time to load into the world around them. Oh god and wait till they hear about the weird ass dreams humans can have or humans trying to explain déjà vu to a bot💀

(makes me think of Sunder being frustrated bc he wouldn't be able to get into a human's brain😝)

4. Physical Clumsiness

The occasional clumsiness and lack of precision in human movements. I think a lot of bots would find this very amusing to occasionaly watch since Cybertronias are typically more coordinated and precise in their actions. Like imagine bot walking with a human who let's say just woke up earlier to a meeting and are slowly walking around occasionaly hitting themeselves or their arm with a corner of a wall because their sleepy processor didn't calculate the trajectory good enough. I think they would find this rather adorable (๑´>᎑<)

5. Emotional Reactions

Yes i think humans are way more sensitive than Cybertronians are. Human's exaggerated emotional reactions to minor events, like getting overly excited about a sports game or being deeply upset by a small mishap, could be seen as amusingly disproportionate. Like imagine you drop your favourite mug on the floor and it breaks as much as your heart in that moment. You walk around the ship super sad, like a kicked puppy, and the bots can almost feel the sadness dripping off of you so they ask: "Hey uh- you okay?"

And then you proceed to explain that you broke your favourite mug and that you'll never find a mug similar to your favourite one. The bot stares like ಠ_ಠ. Oh so that's the reason? Okay so apparently humans don't pack bond with only random things that are alive but even with things that aren't.

6. The uncanny valley effect

I think bots would find rather fascinating how human brain responds to this phenomenon. Like- the human brain can feel that something is off and can't be fooled. Imagine holoforms in Cybertronians. Like yeah they can look very appealing but only up to a certain point which when that point is reached it tickles that one part of the human brain which tells us "na-a-ah something ain't right"

At one point they wanted to wtiness this in real life so some bots (Percy, Brainstorm) made a set up of holoforms and real looking hologram of humans and waited for you to figure out which unsettles you the most. They were surprised that you were 100% accurate in this and that you were able to tell which one are holoforms and which aren't.

7. Expressions of Wonder

the awe and wonder in the human eyes when we are encountering something new or beautiful, such as a breathtaking landscape or a technological marvel. I think Cybertronians would find this pretty adorable, very innocent and reflective of our curious nature.

8. Human Fragility

I think the most popular one. The general physical fragility of humans, along with our tendency to bandage minor injuries or get flustered over small pains, might be viewed as cutely vulnerable for many Cybertronians.

Feel free to add anything you'd like !!😄🫶🏻🫶🏻

[harmonysanreads]

Anaxa : Stalking? I was just... educating myself on your lore.

[ihatebrainstorm]

Batch 2 of commissions finished! They were all really fun to do :D Thank you again to those who comm'd me! o)-(

(Technically there were 3, but the third isn't a mech thingy so I'd rather just post the mech ones here)

[thegingerparty]

Okay but why haven't we talked about Dailey Planet photo journalist Evan Buckley who is sooooo excited there's a superhero around and maybe spends a lot of time thinking about him (not like that! jeez, Maddie) and has taken the most photos of him out of anyone and is a little too invested in finding out who he is because he just has to know.

Enter Tommy Kinard, new reporter from out of town with no experience at a big news outlet but somehow is already getting stories that Buck had to grind for when he first stsrted and is also! Like way to handsome seriously, Maddie who does he think he is? Superman??

Anyway hijinks ensue and Buck does meet superman somehow and sort of gets a crush on him but also gets on on tommy?? Somehow?? It's just their hair looks sort of similar it's crossing the wires in his head that's all.

Buck has a first kiss with both of them and Tommy somehow thinks that Buck has figured it out before he really has which prompts some hilarious miscommunication and Buck panicking because he thinks he's somehow dating both his coworker and the local superhero.

[shabawdy]

thinking what he should write to batman

[delusionalisted]

“Low Spoon” witchcraft doesn’t exist.

This is a post for all my disabled siblings. (But it applies to broke or low-income siblings as well.)

By the way, you heard me. What does exist is capitalism, consumerism and scarcity, all things that don’t belong to witchcraft. Witches in the past were mostly poor, unprivileged and unhealthy individuals with just one skill: knowledge. Yes, for today’s americentric standards they’d have been called “low-spoons practitioners”.

No fancy candles? No cauldron? Just one heavily used tarot deck?

Yes, no fancy candles Susan, you can keep those paraffin toxins to yourself.

Cauldron, Deborah? I have no money to waste for your pinterest aesthetics. We cook in this house, I can simply use a kitchen pot.

Mais oui Elizabeth, just one old tarot deck. It’s used my dear Elizabeth, you know… that’s something that happens when you actually use… tarot instead of purchasing 15 decks, then ending up using just one or two of them and leaving the other 13 to collect dust and resentment towards you.

*Sigh*

This is all to say, witchcraft doesn’t need a 9-steps process to be achieved. Calling it “low-spoons” practice just means “high spoons” practice is the norm. It is not. Most importantly, it never was. You don’t need 30 specific crystals to perform a spell, you don’t even need one most of the times.

— Addition: If you fit into the “Low Spoons” type of witch and you noticed that your spells or rituals don’t work, then let me share one of the possible reasons why they fail: you followed a “low spoons” recipe or spell preparation, consciously or unconsciously gave the title “too much power” (your subconscious registered your spell as something lesser than a proper ceremony) and any energy that you and the ingredients released just plopped like a pudding on the floor.

Branding something as “lesser” in spirituality can lead to two results: failure or high delays. Yes, the herbs you use still have, nourish and release power, but without YOUR faith, their power alone can do so much; in most cases, your subconscious skepticism rejects your desired manifestation leading to a delayed or completely failed magickal attempt.

[petrichal]

The gears in his head turn. Under the shadow of an overcast, Ace feels the silence move on with a glacial pace, time trickling to a stop as he reaches its conclusion, the beginnings of a realisation.

same AU as this | Chapter 3

bonus sketches:

(the first one isn't drawn the way it's written- I rewrote that scene in Chapter 2 so much fsr lol)